She turned. But her blouse open from back was still on her boobs and she intentionally lifted her peticoat to cover the public hair. As the blouse was...open her boobs had moved bit down from her blouse and were damn white. REAL MILK BAGS. I moved my hand from the edge of the peticoat till her blouse. She shivered when i passed through her navel. I got the point. I poured lot of oil, started massaging. She suddenly reacted, ” oh! so much oil ?” I replied, ” the oils from navel reaches all the. Naked!“Where are your clothes?” he hollered, coming down to meet her. She stopped and looked around herself.“Oh,” she said. She sounded numb and lifeless. Then brightening a little, she held up a canteen. “I brought water. I thought you might be thirsty...”“Great!” Jake said, enthusiastically taking it from her and opening it up, not even wondering where she might get a canteen.“How did you get loose?” she asked him, looking down at his feet.“Oh. Well, I just took off my boot.” He shrugged and. That being the case, I dressed in my tight fleece running pants, and my tight long sleeve fleece knit shirt. After that I wrapped my lightweight holster and belt around my waist just before I pulled the thick sweatshirt over my head. I wore heavy socks and cheap running shoes. I wasn't even close to being a speed runner. Yes I had lied to Gypsy. I was also not a long distance runner.I was what the pros called a half hearted runner. I ran one half hour, which was once around the downtown and to. " She sat down very close to me and looked me dead in my eyes and said, "Do you like what you see?" I did not know what to say, I was stunned. "It’s ok if you do, cause I love staring at you." I still had nothing to say; I just stared at her. "Would you like to touch me?" she asked as she took my hand and placed it over her breast. For once in my life I had nothing to say, nothing at all. I was at a loss for fucking words. She moaned as she guided my hand around her breast, rubbing from one.